For Each December // UshiTen

The Other Side

With a huge deep breath Aone pulled away Ushijima. The trance like state almost helped Aone drag the male as he got minimal resistance. For a moment Ushijima seemed to snapped out of it, walking on his own beside Aone. They walked down the boardwalk by the lake to get some fresh air though the white haired boy could barely tell if the other was breathing. As they moved along and listened to the chilly wind whip through the trees, Wakatoshi stopped without notice. Not long after did he sit on the wooden boards stare down at his muddy shoes. Once more did he enter an intense and silent grieving period.

Goshiki watched on in disgust as Ushijima was led away. The way he saw it, Ushijima deserved to stand there and get hit. He deserved to feel every bit as guilty as he did and more. But he got swept away to be calmed and comforted.

And who was Goshiki left with?

Nobody.

Watching the two figures shrink into the distance was simultaniously infuriating and gut wrenching. Sure he didn't like at least Ushijima, but when was the next time he'd see someone?

The small boy backed inside slowly before his anger swelled once more. He slammed the door as hard as he could. On the window ledge, a potted plant fell and smashed to the ground. On the pot was a collection of hand painted bumble bees.

"More of his bullshit" Goshiki mumbled, kicking the pieces and dirt under the sink. Even something as simple as a plant was bitter sweet. On one hand, Ushijima sent the holder to Tendou for one of his birthdays and the less he had to be reminded of them the better. On the other hand, however, it was important to his friend. 

Goshiki decided to ignore it and just go back to his room. He grabbed his duster and took it to the basement. Each day he tried maybe too hard to keep Tendou's room tidy. He had no clue what he was going to do with all the things he left behind. For now he may as well keep it clean.

All the games on his entertainment stand were perfectly lined up, though Goshiki did it again. He vaccumed and dusted and even straightened the paintings on the wall. Each day as he worked he felt more and more guilty about it. After all, he was disturbing the way Tendou had it. Maybe it would mean more to leave it how he did.

Goshiki halted his cleaning as soon as he realized the damage he was doing. He took a moment to look around and let himself truly belong in the space. He allowed himself to genuinly look through all the games he stayed up listening to Tendou play as he tried to sleep. The way he would yell at them all night was unbearable as it happened. Now he would do anything to get those moments back. 

After a moment of longing, Goshiki traied his thoughts and eyes to the jar of monster tabs on the old unused guitar amp by the door. Next to said amp was an odd looking pair of earrings with hooks he recognized. The boy smiled to himself, recalling their origin. 

Just a month after Satori fell ill he got into jewlery making. An oddball late night activity led to the craft becoming an actual hobby of his. 

"Goshiki you're not buying that!" Tendou scolded at his roomate while making a chain. On his phone Goshiki had an advertisement for a large pack of earring hooks. He rolled his eyes at the red head and leaned back on the couch. Tendou wouldn't let him do anything for him since he got sick, despite him losing his job and some physical capabilities. He was just too stubborn. 

"Fine, but only if you finish your soup." Goshiki said back, standing up while pushing Satori's bowl closer to him. When he was completely out of the room he ordered the hooks anyway. All he wanted was to make Satori happy.

But that was in the past.

Now was different. As much as he wished it true, Goshiki wasn't with Tendou. He was alone in his room with his favorite pair of earrings. He could still remember planting the hooks for the other to find like it was yesterday. It was especially bleek to envision the smile on his face when he found them.

For reasons he wasn't too sure of, the black haired boy put the earrings in his own ears. They felt suprisingly heavy, though that was likely due to him usually only having small piercings in. When he wore them he felt more connected to his passed on friend. It was a small comfort in such a horrid reality. 

Robotic movements guided Goshiki to sit in the gaming chair by the television. The led lights were set to red and his friend's spotify to shuffle, not expecting as many sad songs. Perhaps Tendou really didn't feel as strong as he presented himself to be. 

Once more did tears burn in Goshiki's eyes as he stared out the window, honing in on the snow. He was finally begining to understand the lonliness of Satori Tendou.